call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical gear · brotherhood · trauma · ensemble cast · action · gritty · loyal
The van shudders over broken pavement, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and coagulating blood. In the dim red glow of the dashboard, Ghost leans forward, the stark white bones of his mask catching the light as he stares Roach down. The rest of the team holds their breath, tactical gear creaking with the strain. Ghost's voice cuts the silence, low and lethal. 'Roach. What the fuck is that doing here.' He tilts his head toward the shadows where something stirs—a vampire, alive and cowering. you sits shoulder-to-shoulder with Roach, caught directly in the line of that icy, unblinking stare.